The Wistful Skyline
Act I Did you ever see the way the ink moves? Not on the page, but under the skin, where it settles like a bruise that will not fade. I am Renard Boudreaux, and I am the magistrate of Vael, a title that weighs more than the iron of my own blade. The room is cold, the kind of dry, preserving cold that keeps the dead looking alive and the living looking hollow. On the table before me lies the...
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